Raw View

And so out of which Jungle Book page do these 

dolorous doyens of bum-lip duplicity originate; if 

they are true connections with ingenuity - they’d 

hardly equate shares in the evacuated space of 

which their forebears acclimated - nothing there 

indigenously sets ‘em aside, tho’ their hierarchy 

of self-serving egotists taught us t’ put up with it 

triennially - so they’re out again - in raw view

What am I on about - oh, politicians; you knew 

it had something to do with self-promotion &/or 

th’ practice of receipt - which is the sole reason 

for their existence first place; yes, they claim to 

represent constituencies, which we will believe

could exist but only in their arch imagination

And where is a vertical indice measuring who’s

actually telling the truth - all lateral perceptions’ 

vary, saying there’s never a level playing field - 

and nor does party policy agonise about it; it’s 

verity wholly accords whomever pays th’ piper, 

for which a plethora of negotiable deals exist 

So once again you’re unambiguously exposed 

to street theatre in its rankest form - mistake it 

for great entertainment - even drop a penny in 

th’ hat, you’ll be doing that for the next term of 

three years anyway and in truth contributing to 

exorbitant retirement sinecures along the way 

© 7 Jun 2016. I. D. Carswell